A Place That Only We Know

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

 

The brunette reaper sighed as he stared at the window and listened to the monotone voice of his therapist. Why did Alina make him go to something so stupid and idiotic? Softly he brought a delicate hand up to the window and slowly traced a drop of rain that was running down the other side of the window. Oh how he wanted to be out in the rain so badly. But no, he couldn't. If he did he was just going to catch a cold according to Alina. Carefully he pressed his forehead against the window sill. All he wanted was to be able to be touched by the soothing feel of the rain. That was all he wanted in that moment. He didn't want to be cooped up in a room with an old therapist who thought he was helping but he was really just annoying Alan.

 

"Are you listening, Alan?" Alan didn't answer, he just stared out the window. "Alan!" The brunette inhaled slowly, closing his eyes as he slowly turned his head back towards his therapist.

 

"Yes sir.." He said in an annoyed tone. "I am listening as a matter of fact and do you want to know what I think?"

 

"Oh!" The therapist's face brightened. Alan was actually going to tell him what he thought? "Yes please of course!"

 

"I think you're an annoying prick who thinks you're helping but you're really just irritating the fuck out of me." He stared at Alan with large blue eyes before he slowly pushed them up his nose and blinked several times.

 

"A-Alan—"

 

"No." Alan sighed, standing up as he did. "No, I'm not dealing with your shit anymore. You're not helpful at all." He sighed as he practically ran out of the office he was currently sitting in and ran face first into his sister. Alina blinked a few times, pushing up her glasses and rubbing her head before she looked down at her brother. Slowly she shook her head and helped him up, blinking at him several times before she sighed.

 

"Alan," she started in a near exhausted tone. "Why? Can't you jest accept help when it's given to you?"

 

"Alina it's not help." Alan sighed as he slipped on his coat and began walking towards the door. "It's a man claiming he knows how to help him when he really doesn't."

 

"Please, Alan, if you'd just listen—"

 

"Alina stop it! It's not worth this!" Alan yelled in response. "I'm going to die one way or another and there's nothing you can do to stop it! I'm sorry but you can't!" Alina stopped and stared at her brother for a moment as tears began to leak down her porcelain cheeks.

 

"I'm just trying to do what mom and dad would do for you!" She yelled back, squeezing her eyes shut. "I'm just trying to let them know that I'm doing my best at taking care of you! I just want you safe, Alan! That's all I want!" Alan stared at her. He genuinely felt bad for his sister. Slowly he shook his head and walked out the door without a second glance as he disappeared into the rain. 

 

Alina blinked several times, tears still pouring from her green eyes. Her knees felt weak and her eyes fluttered. She had let her baby brother down again. Slowly she leaned against the wall, biting down on her lip as she choked down a sob. She just wanted Alan to be happy. She just wanted Alan to get rid of the thought of death. She wanted Alan to be happy like he was so many years ago. Slowly the woman closed her eyes, letting out a whimper as she slowly sat on the floor. She had taught Alan how to walk and how to talk. She remembered her mother teaching him how to sing, she remembered her father teaching him how to read. She remembered when Alan used to smile. Alan smiled all the time, even after he was diagnosed with the Thorns. He smiled until their parents died and then Alina never saw his smile again. That shattered the reaper's heart. Her brother used to be so happy until the worse happened to him.

 

Alan huffed as he tugged his coat around his body, trying to block out the rain for once. He didn't realize how windy it was. The rain blew against him and hurt every part of his skin that it touched. It was almost like hail but it was warmer. Alan let out a small cough as he continued to walk at a fast pace back home. As he was walking though he felt his chest tighten and it suddenly became harder to breathe. No no now, please not now. Alan thought to himself as he continued to walk. Just keep breathing, you can't have an attack in the middle of town. Please just hold out a little longer. But the pain in his chest only worsened and before he knew it he found himself wheezing and gasping for breath. Finally he had to stop walking, he clutched his chest and coughed violently before he felt to his knees and gasped for breath once more. The corners of his eyes were blackened and the world was becoming blurry with each passing moment. Alan slowly tried to stand up, coughing a little more as he did, and only resulted in falling to the ground again. No, no no no no no no no! Not now please! But alas, Alan's arguments with himself got him nowhere and he only ended up in a heap on the sidewalk.

 

The brunette stood slowly as she wiped her eyes and got out her umbrella. She hoped Alan was alright. If something happened to him she would never be able to forgive herself. Slowly she walked outside and began walking toward the direction of their house, knowing that that was where Alan was heading. She didn't bother getting in her car due to the anxious feeling she had inside of her chest, she just walked quickly down the rain covered sidewalk. She had walked quite a ways before she got to a crowd of people standing around a fallen body. Alina's eyes widened and she quickly pushed past them, only to find Alan on the ground. Quickly she put her head to her brother's chest. He was still breathing.

 

"Call an ambulance, please!" She called out to the ground around her as she scooped her brother up into her arms, cradling him carefully. I've got you Alan. Don't worry. I've got you.